Compared to Ice King's, Marceline's story was pretty good. But there were still some things to work out. Not enough character interaction. She also portrayed Marshall as…for lack of a better word, a dick. I couldn't imagine Marceline ever harming Finn or Jake, she was better than that. Maybe it was simply to compensate for Gumball's goody two-shoes. But for a dry run, it was way better than Ice King's. He always admired Marceline, and he came to visit her a couple times. He would sing her songs rather disturbingly with a long black wig on. And deep down, I'm sure she had a close bond with him. So why did he just throw it back in her face like that? The reason Ice King doesn't have any friends is because he didn't understand the fact that he wasn't always right, he didn't comprehend the feelings of others.
I stopped flipping and came upon a few blank pages at the end of the book. Maybe I could help him out. Or, I could just ignore him entirely and write my own take of it. There were a few pencils mingling with the dust bunnies under the couch. I reached for one of them, bringing back with me most of the dust. I wish he'd just clean the place. I blew the dust off of my pencil and began to write.
"What happened, exactly!?"Marshall glared angrily at Gumball, pulling up his sleeves. Gumball choked on his response. Fionna jumped in between the two.
"No! It wasn't like that! He-" Marshall pushed her out of the way.
"You are so…DEAD!" Marshall's face erupted into a vampiric snarl as he lunged forward, ready to deal some damage. His path was interrupted when Fionna's fist collided hard with the right of his face. He flew diagonally from his intended path and landed hard on his left shoulder. Gumball inched closer to a panting Fionna.
"If you would CALM THE BAZOOBS DOWN and listen to me for just a second, we could sort this all out. It wasn't like that." Her fists were still clenched. Marshall struggled to get back up, but just laid there.
"What was it like, then?" A large red spot on his face looked like it would form a bruise later on.
"It wasn't him. He was iced to the ceiling. It was the ice queen in disguise. She was taking off the disguise,"explained Fionna. Marshall chuckled. He wiped something off of his mouth, then stood upright, shoulder toward them.
"You may have gotten my attention, but you expect me to believe that story?" He pointed toward Gumball without looking at either of them. "You better watch your back. If I see you again…" Marshall didn't finish his sentence and walked away. Gumball was cowering behind Fionna at this point. Marshall grinned to himself. He showed Gumball. There was nothing Gumball could do to separate Fionna and him. She was practically his.
It was a good start. It wasn't very original, but I could work with it. It was much less childish than the ice king's silly little stories, but it did tie into the earlier ones. And I could also relate it to Marceline's story. In fact, I could probably just pick it up right from where she left off. Being original wasn't important now. I had already found my topic. "Gunther! What do you think you're doing with that?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. He rushed over and took the book from me. "How many times have I told you not to touch these?" The page I was writing flopped open when he opened the book again. "Gunther…Did you scribble in my book? That's not a good thing for penguins to do! You go stand in the corner, missy!"
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"No, you weren't! You were jankin' up my story!" He pointed to the corner.
"I don't like you sometimes."
"No, you don't get dinner tonight." Sometimes I swear he doesn't understand a word I say. Like he only hears 'wank' noises or something. I spent about an hour in the corner, waiting for him to leave. He finished his supper, and then took his book back downstairs. I waited for him to leave, raided the fridge, and started looking for a book of my own. I checked the uppermost floors of the house. I found a couple ninja magazines, some wizard flyers, and a whole bunch of soggy newspaper clippings that had flowery poetry scrawled on them. But no empty books. There would probably be some downstairs… but I would get in trouble if he saw me. I needed to write down my ideas so that they wouldn't get left behind, so I chiseled a couple ideas into a nearby iceberg. Turtle princess would definitely enjoy this story. Funny how much you get to know a person when they're constantly held captive in your house.
He went out the next day, probably back to wizard city or wherever. This time he took his demonic wishing eye with him to prevent Gunther from destroying half of Ooo. I slid downstairs and milled through piles upon piles of books. Most of them were so full that extra pages were taped into them. I moved to the piles closer to the statues. It was really creepy that there were giant fanfiction characters chiseled into my basement. But probably not as creepy as the giant cell in the living room or the smaller cages that came with it. Still no empty books… I saw a black one right up against the statue. I walked up to it and opened it. Totally empty. I hurried back upstairs with it and drew a dramatic picture of Marshall on the front. I titled it 'Marshall's Madness' and flipped back to the first page. I tapped the pencil against my head, trying to figure out how to start the story.
Maybe I should just start it from the point where Marshall is introduced. He didn't appear in the stories very much after that point, other than appearances as a background character. But he wasn't a background character. He was the bad boy. I decided that the story would be more interesting if he was bad, like in Marceline's story, so his character was going to stay the same. Time to unleash my story.
